Chapter 59: "Show"

Mara:

“I don’t have time to play your games, Zek. I have business to handle.” I pushed back with a force that took him by surprise but found amusing as he used his muscular build to overpower my petite frame.

“What’s a “Fairy” going to do? Hum…” He whispered darkly into my ear, grinding his hardened groin into my hip as the stone wall scraped and brazed along my exposed flesh.

Smirking darkly as his eyes found my silent humor incising, snapping my fingers as solid gold cuffs and collar appeared around his neck and wrists. Laughing with a sinister hitch as he dropped to his knees, struggling to break his new confines, hissing in pain as the gold singed his skin.

“You Bitch!” He growled lowly, lunging at me but failed with another snap of my fingers, strapped firmly to a St. Andrew’s Cross.

“Zek, Zek, Zek. You don’t call the “Twisted Doc” a “Bitch” and expect nothing to happen. I don’t play nice when my permission is abused.” I laughed darkly, tapping my finger to my cheek as Zek snarled and struggled against the custom cross made from “dragon ore” and gold.

“Permission?” He scoffed darkly, sweat dripping from his brow as his deep blues engulfed me in a fiery tingle.

“Yessss…Permission. I give you enough to hang yourself, then snap it tight when you overstep.” Hissing darkly as my finger pushed into his rock hard pectoral muscle, feeling the violent shutter ripple along my flesh.

“Don’t “Fuck with me”. You have no idea who I really am.” Snapping my fingers as his mouth was gaged with a gag ball made of dragon ore.

“Now! Be a good “Dragon” and stay, while I handle grownup things.” I mocked pouted, driving him further into a rage, thrashing violently against his restraints as I finished slipping on my dress and heels.

Quick curl of the hair and a little make-up to highlight my natural beauty, smiling darkly as Zek’s eyes blazed with a wildfire of rage.

“Oh, by the way. The name is “Madam Mara”.” I laughed darkly, licking up his cheek as he thrashed harder, snarling loudly with saliva flinging from the gaps of his mouth.

Knocking pulled my eyes over Zek’s shoulder as Ziggy entered quietly, slipping over with a dark smile laced across his face.

“Madam”.” He spoke calmly, placing a gently kiss to my cheek as he snaked his arm around my hips, pulling me into his embrace.

“How did you manage this?” Ziggy laughed darkly, pointing at Zek strapped to the cross in the middle of my room.

“He overstepped.” I smiled darkly as Zek snarled and cursed incoherently against his gag ball.

“Oh, brother. You respect “Madam” and her permission, never take more than allowed.” Ziggy laughed with a sinister glint etched across his face, tapping the gag ball with a low laugh.

“Shall we?” Ziggy turned with his arm offered as Zek thrashed and cursed, while we appeared inside the colorful lit club with its seductive song of bass and alcohol.

“Go mingle. I have someone I need to address.” I spoke against his ear, placing a soft kiss below his ear as we disappeared in different directions.

Slipping into the darkness as the sleek, modern office appeared with its own excitement as Sebastian dominated the cute auburn female. Masked by the shadows as they both exploded into a dark euphoria of curses, dropping limply against one another in a fleshy heap of sweat and limbs.

“I better get back down there. Onyx looked like she was on the “naughty list” tonight.” The auburn female laughed darkly, scooping up her dress from the floor with a loud smack of approval from Sebastian.

“Celia.” His voice warned of her temptation as she slipped into the adjacent bathroom.

Staying quiet in the shadows, watching as Sebastian dressed and poured himself a bourbon with a tilted smirk as Celia exited the bathroom.

“Don’t be long. I want to play in “Velvet” tonight.” She smiled brightly with a dark smirk as she leaned into his chest, placing a gentle but heated kiss to his glazed expression.

“Oh! My little submissive is getting bold.” He joked playfully with her as she slipped from his arms, winking at him as she slipped from the office.

Twirling my finger to lock the bolt as Sebastian slid down into his white leather chair, watching the lively club lights dance dangerously across the ceiling and walls painted in a muted gray.

“Long time Sebastian.” I spoke coldly, watching as his relaxed, muscular body jolted to his feet with a dark snarl.

“Who’s there?” He growled lowly, placing his palms flat against the desktop glass, instantly fogging under the intense heat radiating from his body.

“How rude of me. Call me “Madam”.” I laughed lowly, watching as his body twitched and shuttered at the title.

“Bullshit! Madam is dead, so who are you really?” He growled lowly, stepping around the desk with a quick clap of his hands as the lights illuminated the walls, decorated in erotica photography, highlighting the sleek, modern look of the furniture.

“Oh, that’s right. You served my daughter, Delphine.” I laughed coldly as his eyes narrowed onto me, baring his fangs as he stepped forward.

Snapping my fingers, halting his approach as he struggled against the invisible force.

“I see you have embraced the “Darkside” with your little club. Who was Celia? Your little side hussy?” I smiled with a coldness as his eyes darted wildly at the mentioning of the female.

“Linking won’t work, until I break the spell.” Stepping up to his body, feeling his lean physique under his silk dress shirt.

“Don’t touch me.” He snarled lowly, catching a glimpse of the mate mark under his collar.

“Sebastian, I’m surprised. You gave up innocent pussy for a mate. How shameful.” I pouted playfully, grabbing his bourbon from his desk as his body flexed and shifted to break free.

“She’s all the pussy I need and want. Now what do you want?” He growled out against his teeth as his eyes swirled a lustful blackness of rage.

“Oh, this is a personal visit, but my companion is busy rounding up my request.” I laughed darkly, slipping into the matching white leather sofa, exposing my red laced sex as I crossed my legs gracefully.

I could see his silent struggle, fighting with everything in his power to notify his female or someone else within this establishment.

“I must say, whoever did these photographs is quite talented, maybe even personal in the context.” I pointed to the artwork around the office, catching the slight shift in his gaze.

“You touch her, or anyone in the matter, I will rip out your throat and feast on your heart.” His fangs elongated with saliva dripping darkly with its venom as his feet managed to shift towards me.

“Interesting. I guess I underestimated you.” I laughed coldly with a scoff as I stood to exit.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Bitch!” He snarled coldly, hating the sound of the word “Bitch” roll of his lips with malice.

“I’ll let it slip this once but don’t take my kindness for granted. Next time, I’ll snap your neck without blinking.” Laughing softly as the dance floor appeared with its hot, sticky bodies grinding and dry humping to the excessive bass and alcohol flowing freely through their bodies.

“Dance?” Ziggy asked against my ear from the shadows as his hot palms, glided over my hips in a rhythmic roll to the bass.

Nodding to his request, swiftly guided to the center of the flesh blanket swaying and grinding, feeling the bass pull deeply into my core. Glancing over my shoulder with hooded eyes as Ziggy led the rhythm with his hips, pushing me further into a haze as shots were passed out and consumed.

“They’re downstairs in “Velvet” playing.” Ziggy laughed darkly, feeling his hot breath fan across my neck, sending a fire storm of electricity through my spine soaking my panties.

It was strange how Ziggy could turn me on in ways my husband did, but he was just a “good fuck” like his brother, until I got what I wanted.

Screw the underground sex trafficking, and trained fighters, I wanted total control and I needed Onyx in order for that to happen.

“Shall we go watch the “show”?” Ziggy laughed darkly along my neck as he snaked through the incestuous crowd of flesh, handing the bouncer a V.I.P. card.

Quickly, slipping down the blue hued steps into a massive speak easy styled hall with tables and red leather benches.

“Members only, but I managed to gain access.” Ziggy smirked darkly as the bartender handed over to “Old Fashions” and a collar.

“Place this on your sub so everyone knows they are claimed.” The bartender smiled at me with bright amber eyes, licking his lips in anticipation that I wasn’t spoken for.

Smiling brightly with a twisted smirk as my fingers played along the braided leather collar, eyeing the bartender with a dark lust filling my core.

“Do you have any larger?” I asked with a dark husky tone as his eyes grew in excitement.

“Yes, Ma’am. We don’t get a lot of women “Dom’s”.” He laughed lightly as his hand slid the collar from the bar top, replacing it with a larger version.

Turning to Ziggy as his eyes glowed with an intensity that quaked my core in excitement.

“Be a “Good Boy”.” I smiled darkly as his brows pitched forward but submitted willingly.

“If you’re interested. Viewing window two has another female “Dom” and her three mates.” The bartender piqued my curiosity with a wink and a free drink to entice my senses.

“Come. Let’s watch the “show”.” I commanded Ziggy as we made our way through the heavily fogged room with flesh and moans, stirring the inner demon to release herself and show them the “True Master”.